Jill Ashforth

Biography

I am a visual artist and writer, working from my studio at home in Edinburgh. I often combine my poetry with my visual art, incorporating it into my collages and videos. I am interested in light, shade and boundaries of all kinds. You can see more of my art at www.jillashforthartist.co.uk and my YouTube channel.

Samples

Last Breath
Inky black, blackness seeping
Into the soft smudged twilight sky.
Trees bow down as if
In prayer, dusting the
Clouds away.
Gently touching the
Skyline to wake
It out of sleep.
Lights flicker in and
Out of focus, rooftops
Jostle with one another
In the gloom.
Dark beckons.
The last breath
Before night falls.
Walking slowly, limping as
An injured animal might,
Feeling the night air clammy on
The back of ones neck
And the palms of ones hands.
Up the gentle slope
Of the avenue,
Trees guarding the path.
Street lamps glimmer
Like fluorescent lollipops in the
Distance, flickering and
Burning bright.
Close now, hidden
Amongst the trees,
Black, inky closeness
Closing in.
Pitch black ... too late.
Night has fallen,
And the last
Breath,
Gone.

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